Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
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Don’t fence me in.
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Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:
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Don’t fence me in.
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Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
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An' listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
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Send me off forever but I ask you please,
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Don’t fence me in.
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Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
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Underneath the western skies.
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On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
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Till I see the mountains rise.
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I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
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An' gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
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An' I can't look at harbours an' I can’t stand fences:
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Don’t fence me in.
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Instrumental break.
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(Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,)
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(Don’t fence me in.)
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(Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:)
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(Don’t fence me in.)
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Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
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An' listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
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Send me off forever but I ask you please,
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Don’t fence me in.
|
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Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
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Underneath the western skies.
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On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
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Till I see the mountains rise.
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I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
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An' gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
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An' I can't look at harbours an' I can’t stand fences:
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So don’t fence me in, oh no,
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Now brother, don’t you fence me in.
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Don't Fence Me In
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| Frankie Laine |
